After reading the game to understand the protagonist's chance, she took all of them.

The old man was startled.

As a powerful person in the Spirit Transformation Stage, how could he not know that the current situation was a case of possession?

If Long Aotian is really possessed by someone, what should he do? Who will help him rebuild his body in the future?

The old man's heart skipped a beat, but he had no time to care about the culprit Bai Lan. Instead, he concentrated on dealing with the skeleton old man in the bamboo house.

"Host, Long Aotian and the old man's soul are fighting!" The system watched the battle from the side.

"Host, host, that old man seems to have gained the upper hand! Oh my God, is the son of destiny really going to die here!?" the system shouted.

"No, that's not right. Long Aotian's grandfather took action, and the old man fell into a disadvantage." The system said with some regret.

Bai Lan was still meditating with his eyes closed, his expression solemn, not noticing anything happening in the distance. He just said calmly: "Watch the battle, wake me up if anything happens."

No matter who wins or loses in the battle between Long Aotian and the old skeleton, it cannot threaten Bai Lan.

After all, Long Aotian's physical body is now seriously injured and in a coma. No matter whether Long Aotian can protect his physical body or the old man can take the upper hand.

All they got in the end was a severely injured and immobile body.

Bai Lan now only wants to draw the energy into his body.

Xiuxian!

Sit cross-legged with five hearts facing the sky, calm your mind and focus your energy into your Dantian.

When you are meditating quietly, all the tiny sounds around you will be infinitely amplified, the chirping of insects, the singing of birds, and the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

In the midst of peace and tranquility, a glimmer of light seemed to appear in the originally dark vision.

Flowers, birds, plants, bamboo, reeds, rocks, dust, sand and rivers.

One object, one number, within one realm, within one moment.

She seemed to vaguely feel some special colors at that moment.

The most common color is yellow, followed by blue, and then black.

The soil under your feet is filled with the spiritual energy of the earth and is yellow.

The trees standing around represent the spiritual energy of wood and are green.

The pond in the distance is the spiritual energy of water, which is black.

Is this the world of cultivation?

Bai Lan was delighted.

She was born in the Dharma Ending Age, when all things withered, spiritual energy dried up, and ancient books and scriptures were lost in the long river of history.

This place was indeed a place with abundant spiritual energy. She could feel the spiritual energy after just meditating for a while.

Having five spiritual roots means that she can absorb the five kinds of spiritual energy between heaven and earth for her own use.

The system was nervously observing the battle situation in the distance, but when it accidentally glanced back, its jaw dropped.

"Whahaha what!!! You, you drew Qi into your body!!!" The system was stunned.

The mysterious state was interrupted by this exclamation, and Bai Lan opened his eyes helplessly: "What are you making a fuss about?"

"Oh my God, oh my God!" the system exclaimed.

"Oh my God! My little system, please keep your voice down. This is terrible. Next time you interrupt my practice like this, I will definitely teach you what silence is." Bai Lan took two steps forward, pinched the system's face, and finished this sentence in a fluent dubbing accent.

The system smiled awkwardly: "Ah, ahahaha, sorry host, I'm too, too excited."

"How is Long Aotian doing?" Bai Lan looked towards the direction of the bamboo house.

"As expected, after Grandpa Gold Finger took action, he successfully turned the tide of the battle." The system sighed: "Host, there is no need to waste your efforts. The Child of Destiny cannot be killed."

"Tsk." Bai Lan didn't care and just took out the three storage bags from his sleeves.

Two of them were left by the old man, and the other one belonged to Long Aotian.

Close your eyes and try to send your spiritual energy into the storage bag.

Bai Lan's consciousness was bounced away by an invisible force. After all, it was the storage bag of a Jindan stage cultivator. Even after a thousand years, the seal on it still existed.

At least she has to wait until she reaches the first level of Qi Refining and can use spiritual energy proficiently before she can try to unlock the two storage bags.

Bai Lan shook his head helplessly, and instead probed his spiritual sense into Long Aotian's storage bag.

A few shiny stones, a spear, two short swords, and... a red mandarin duck bellyband?

Tsk, lunatic.

Bai Lan's gaze moved from the bellyband and finally fell on the spirit stone.

"Wow, is this shiny thing the spirit stone?" Bai Lan took out a small piece of stone as smooth as jade from the storage bag, and the spiritual energy contained in it could be faintly seen.

The system floated over: "Yes! This is the currency of the cultivation world, the low-grade spirit stone."

"What a poor Long Aotian! He is the son of destiny, but he only has seven spirit stones in his storage bag. Tsk." Bai Lan shook his head.

The system said helplessly: "Originally Long Aotian had seven, but now he has none left."

"Not only did I lose a single spiritual stone, but I also lost a storage bag and... a red mandarin duck bellyband."

And that spear should be Long Aotian’s unique weapon, the Soul-Breaking Spear.

It's a magic weapon that can evolve by sucking blood. Look at the dull appearance of the spear...

Very good, Long Aotian should not have recognized his master yet.

The other two daggers seemed to be just ordinary objects that could be used temporarily for self-defense.

Looking at his host rummaging through Long Aotian's storage bag, he had a look of joy on his face as if he had made a profit.

The system doesn't understand why the plot has developed into such a strange situation.

According to the task instructions, the host should now find a way to gain the favor of Long Aotian and Bai Ling!

But now, the host robbed the distressed Long Aotian in the Novice Village and emptied his storage bag.

"Host, do you really not want to consider doing this mission?" Life is not easy, the system sighed.

Bai Lan smiled and touched the boy's head, and began to fool him: "Little system, listen to my advice, when it comes to work, you should slack off if you can, don't be so dedicated."

The system continued to sigh.

Bai Lan ignored him and walked up to Long Aotian with the mandarin duck bellyband in his hand and threw it on Long Aotian's face.

"I'll gladly accept the spirit stones and weapons, but this mandarin duck bellyband should be returned to its rightful owner." After Bai Lan finished speaking, he glanced at the old skeleton man on the cushion who had already turned to ashes, and sighed helplessly.

The world of cultivation is full of intrigue and deception, and the novel does not deceive her.

If Bai Lan didn't have the golden finger for his return, he would have been possessed by the old man and died here long ago.

Perhaps this is the fate of most cultivators. Bai Lan understands it, but that’s all.

In this way, she also gave the old skeleton man a way out.

Unfortunately, he failed to take over the body of the child of destiny, so it was not her fault.

Turning around and leaving, Bai Lan put all the things in the other three bamboo houses into Long Aotian's storage bag, as well as the two remaining unknown spiritual herbs in the spiritual field in the distance, which were also shoveled down by Bai Lan and put into the jade box.

Only three empty bamboo houses were left for Long Aotian.

"When the host passes through, it's just like those locusts, leaving no grass behind." The system sighed.

Bai Lan raised his eyebrows: "What, you're not going to take it away and wait for Long Aotian to pick it up?"

"The host is right! It cannot be left to Long Aotian! Not a bit can be left to Long Aotian." The system agreed.

Since the host does not intend to take the easy route, he can only sacrifice his life to accompany the host and take the route of the strong being respected.

As the saying goes, if you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, you follow the dog.

I have to follow the host I choose even if I cry.